“My sister passed away over a month ago. The last time I saw her was yesterday.” When eighteen-year-old Reese Washington dies of an undetected heart defect, she leaves a bucket list behind: ten things, all incomplete, detailing the stuff she never got to do. Struggling with her grief, Reese’s twin sister, Callie, sees no other option but to set out to complete what she had planned; she’s determined to finish the list, however slowly, on behalf of the person who made it. The ultimate tribute to her sister. Reaching the end is something Callie’s always been counting on. Finding help in the form of Mitchell Hunt, the candid editor of the school newspaper who's way too keen on sharing, certainly isn’t. Then again, neither is the unexplained psychic connection between her and Reese. Think twin telepathy, and then think again.

Jason is nineteen-year-old uni student with a chronic case of insomnia. Emily is a seventeen-year-old high school girl with sporadic bursts of crippling anxiety. The two live in different worlds, but when they meet at a pop-up-punk concert, Jason just can't let her go. He had tried nearly every thinkable cure for his disorder, but in the end, all it took was a mixtape, seven phone calls, and a very special girl to get Jason to sleep. Short Story #228 22/10/14 | Teen-Fiction #304 14/09/15 © belora / bee s. 2014

★ ★ "Anything is possible." Magnus and Meredith were more than just best friends—they were partners in crime. Every Friday since they were six years old, they had been going on secret adventures that nobody knew about, not even their mothers. But as the two of them entered their senior year of high school, life started twirling down a different track. Especially for Magnus. Meredith always said that anything was possible, but does that include the possibility of losing your best friend? Magnus recalls this beautiful, yet saddening, final year of high school, four years later. [© lostmemoria]

"We all live, Emily, and we all die. It's part of being human, but more than that, it's part of being alive. I'm proud to say that I lived, and when I die, I want you to be proud too." Emily knows a lot about life. She does, after all, have sixteen years of hands on experience. But when her best friend is diagnosed with a terminal illness, the time has come to find out what he can teach her about death.

When seventeen-year-old Lydia Good ends up getting drunk at a party and performs the biggest prank of her lifetime, her parents aren't too happy. With the Mayor threatening to press charges and refusing to take her fathers offer, her parents decide the best thing for Lydia to do is give back to the town and show everyone that she’s as good as her last name implies. Volunteering to answer calls for the Suicide Hotline is depressing in itself. If she’s not getting calls about people threatening to jump off buildings, or wanting to talk about their multiple problems, then it’s immature boys prank calling for kicks and giggles. When one night a call comes in from a guy saying he’s thinking about ending his life, Lydia doesn't know if it’s a joke or not. But when the boy calls back every single night at the same time, Lydia spends hours upon hours trying to decipher the guy behind the call. Because what’s worse than falling for a guy you don’t even know? Falling for a guy too lost to even love you back.

Norah Appleton has a rather odd problem. She can’t seem to sit down and study for her life, and it’s not even like she has the slightest signs of ADHD or dyslexia. She just cannot study. When she looks at the words dully carved into her physics book, all her mind can wonder about are tales of Greek gods which, from her perspective, are ‘hella cooler’. Emmet Lieber, for the first time in his seventeen year old dry life, has made a new friend — a new friend who can’t even register the beautiful words of education. And if the so-called new friend isn’t even a B grade student, then it’s a definite ‘no no’ from Emmet’s overly uncompromising parents. A story of one boy, one girl and loads and loads of undisclosed words scribbled on educational books as one of them tries to school the stupider just for the sake of keeping his foremost friendship — and maybe, just maybe, a few undisbursed kisses that has nothing to with The Laws of Refraction.

[acervus-lat.]- a heap, mass; {this is a collection of random pieces that i suddenly come up with when i'm feeling particularly inspired}

❝my love for you is virgin pure and my hatred burns brighter than the sun - what a dangerous combination. ❞

"They stretch and stretch, two ends being held until one falters and snaps. And as expected, one end suffers a little bit of a sting." "So you like rubber bands?" "I guess, they aren't exactly significant." "Well I just thought since-" "They don't mean anything." *** Dakota Brooks was that girl at school that everybody knew, yet nobody knew at all. They knew of her name, the name that was titled for being the class secretary. She wasn't popular and she wasn't a nobody, Dakota was just there and she was fine with that. A.J. Fischer could be referred to as a nobody. His daily schedule consisted of waking up, going to school, and coming home to his laptop. In school he had minimal friends but was disregarded due to his quiet nature and rather blank stare. Really AJ was nothing more than a mind in an empty body. So with a rather strange clash of their worlds, Dakota and AJ find themselves sat in the middle of Chemistry with nothing more than one rubber band in front of them. And isn't it funny to think that something so small would make such a massive change in their lives?

"Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines." a boy. a girl. you know the rest. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and fifteen.